Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Cluster,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.